Hoshor Plains tinnun ⊹

The decision to come to the circle was not an easy one.

She wanted to stay in the safety of her den, in the safety of her pack; but her heart strained against her chest, telling her that she. must. go. If not for herself, then for her pack. How could she ever heal?

With a heavy heart and somber eyes, she reached the gathering place where the circle had already convened. Just outside the circle, she arrived just in time to catch the tail end of the pale woman's speech. Widened eyes reflected the memories of recent trauma, and as Moonwoman paused, tears welled in Reina's eyes. A profound sense of shame washed over her, her spirit aching for healing.

the second is this: to protect yourself from men who would only make you a mother, but not a wife. this is your choice, not his.

But the choice was taken from her, and a heart-wrenching sob escaped her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks, melting the snow beneath her, a poignant manifestation of the pain she carried.

It wasn't her choice...

"It wasn't my choice..." she whispered.